friday afternoon interactions
Dec. 17th, 2004 12:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireIt's cold so I want to sleep long hours.
I'm slaving away for a few more hours yet over FEMA maps drawn by drunk men with compasses and geology degrees. So I turn to the internet for mental sustenance, and steal leftover wedding cake from another bay. One of my coworkers works nights with a catering company and he brought leftover food for us.
Ask me a question you're dying to ask. Ask me to say something nice about you. Ask me to say something mean about the President. Tell me something, anything.
I'm slaving away for a few more hours yet over FEMA maps drawn by drunk men with compasses and geology degrees. So I turn to the internet for mental sustenance, and steal leftover wedding cake from another bay. One of my coworkers works nights with a catering company and he brought leftover food for us.
Ask me a question you're dying to ask. Ask me to say something nice about you. Ask me to say something mean about the President. Tell me something, anything.
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Date: 2004-12-17 10:49 am (UTC)Ahh, Rickman. Dear man of my heart, supplanted by another Alan with dark hair and graceful hands. He never did send me an engagement ring, so I had to go with the other Alan. :P
I completely understand that feeling. I suppose your best revenge is living well.